Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

The old monk said what he said, hoping that the rowdy villagers would understand the truth behind it.

Moreover, they put their attitude here, hoping that Lu Qingye and the others could feel less angry and be more merciful...

But the noisy villagers didn't appreciate it. Instead, they felt that the old monk and the village chiefs who agreed were trying to please outsiders and bully the locals.

"Old Yang! How could you do this?! Have you forgotten where you are from? How can you help outsiders bully our own people? You have forgotten your ancestral surname! Ouch, we yellow croakers Why is the village so miserable?"

"This child has been bullied like this, and yet he says it's our fault! Is there any other way to do this!"

Several village women huddled together, wiping tears.

Wang Zhou and others blushed at what they said. They looked at Liu Ling, who was covered in cold air, and wanted to pull her back and let her just let the matter go.

After all, they are now on Fenghui Island, and these children have also learned a lesson.

But Liu Ling understood that in the next period of time, as long as they did not leave Fenghui Island, they were destined to meet these locals.

If we don’t clean up these things today, it’s clear that similar things will continue to happen tomorrow!

And where did the children lying on the ground look like they were wrong? !
Seeing that Wang Zhou and Zhou Ruzhen's attitudes softened, Liu Ling gritted her teeth and couldn't help but look at Lu Qingye and Fang Lin.

Fang Lin frowned, but after hearing the consequences of the incident, Lu Qingye's expression was very calm, making her unable to see any emotion or anger, and she didn't know what Lu Qingye was thinking at this moment.

Seeing these villagers crying heartbreakingly, and the people around him also began to beg for mercy, and try to smooth things over, the old monk also wanted to turn the big thing into a trivial matter. No matter how he was dissatisfied with these villagers for not obeying the command, after all, they were their people. , I still protect my shortcomings in my heart.

Lu Qingye looked at the village woman who cried the loudest.

"Are you finished?"

The cold voice carried some kind of heart-stopping power, and the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet.

Lu Qingye smiled. The smile looked so gentle and bright, and it also made several old women's eyes brighten.

It seems that this immortal master is a soft persimmon!But before they could feel proud, the Liguang Sword in Lu Qingye's hand moved.

As fast as lightning, everyone only saw a red afterimage passing by, and blood splashed out.

The smiles on the faces of the women froze in place, and their eyes widened in fear.

The surrounding villagers were also silent, their hair standing on end.

A scream pierced the sky, and the woman who screamed the loudest rolled her eyes and fainted to the ground.

"Kill! Kill! These outsiders killed!"

The screaming little man kept retreating, but suddenly met Lu Qingye's gaze.

Another afterimage passed by, and the sword energy broke through the air and landed directly on the boulder behind the man. The boulder immediately split into pieces and turned into powder.

The scene fell into complete silence, and you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone couldn't help but breathe softly, and even Fang Lin and the others couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate.

Lu Qingye looked at a few children who had been particularly noisy. The child who looked unconvinced stared at them.

"Oh!"

The fist fell, and everyone heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.

The young man who looked dissatisfied and resentful suddenly screamed.

A few more punches landed, and the punches penetrated the flesh. The muffled sound made everyone feel pain.

"You! Why do you hit me! Ah! Just because you are an immortal master?! Ah!"